The Caring Counselor

This one hit harder than usual. I don’t quite know why, but it did. This would be the fourth Father’s Day since he passed. I think part of it is that I wish I could still call him. Just one more time.

I’ve had a lot happen in four years, and I have a lot of stress, particularly now. I wasn’t always looking for good advice on topics. However, he knew what to say to me. He knew how my mind operated. My dad knew how to be a dad. Sometimes, I could just call him for a distraction or to shoot the shit.

I also think being a father figure myself to two awesome kids has put fatherhood into perspective for me.  It makes me miss the things my dad did for me.  I know he wasn’t the perfect human being, but he was a damn good father.

I definitely take parts of my approach as a dad from him. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t ask myself from time to time,  “What would my dad do?” He just knew what to do or say. Or he could do it on a way that made everyone laugh.

I miss the man every day. The best thing I can do is love on in his mending and emulate the positive parts of him as a father.

Happy Father’s Day to all you put there.